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           Thecontentsofthepanbegantoboll,andheturnedtoplungehishandintothebowl;Iconjecturedthatthispreparationwasprobablyforoursupper,and,beinghungry,Iresolveditshouldbeeatable;so,cryingoutsharply,"I’llmaketheporridge!"Iremovedthevesseloutofhisreach,andproceededtotakeoffmyhatandridinghabit."Mr.Earnshaw,"Icontinued,"directsmetowaitonmyself:Iwill.I’mnotgoingtoacttheladyamongyou,forfearIshouldstarve."

           "GooidLord!"hemuttered,sittingdown,andstrokinghisribbedstockingsfromthekneetotheankle."Ifthere’stobefreshotherings—justwhenIgettenusedtotwomaisters,ifImunhevamistressseto’ermyheead,it’sliketimetobeflitting.Iniverdidthinktoseet’daythatImudlaveth’owldplace—butIdoubtit’snightathand!"

           Thislamentationdrewnonoticefromme:Iwentbrisklytowork,sighingtorememberaperiodwhenitwouldhavebeenallmerryfun;butcompelledspeedilytodriveofftheremembrance.Itrackedmetorecallpasthappiness,andthegreaterperiltherewasofconjuringupitsapparition,thequickerthethibleranround,andthefasterthehandfulsofmealfellintothewater.Josephbeheldmystyleofcookerywithgrowingindignation.

           "Thear!"heejaculated,"Hareton,thouwilln’tsupthyporridgetoneeght;they’llbenaughtbutlumpsasbigasmyneive.Thear,agean!I’dflinginbowlunall,ifIwerye!There,palet’gulipoff,un’thenye’llhaedonewi’t.Bang,bang.